Dark Holy See

Compared with worshiping a ruler as a god under a feudal system, a spiritual guide was undoubtedly a more stable choice.

Chen Cheng set down the chalk and clapped his hands.

"That's all for today. When you go back, think about what we've discussed alongside the things happening around you, whenever you have time between training. Perhaps many of the problems troubling you won't be problems anymore."

After the soldiers dispersed, Chen Cheng went over to Dean.

"I can't stay here long. I still have things to do. Over the next month, I'll select qualified instructors, and they'll take charge of building everyone's convictions from then on.

"But I hope you can meet my standards within that month, too. Then you can become the chief instructor."

Dean had not expected Chen Cheng to tell him this. And when he heard that Chen Cheng would leave in a month, he could not understand it at all.

"Your Majesty, you can't leave. We need you to command us."

Chen Cheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense. Have you forgotten the lesson on dialectics I just gave you?

"You're better than I am at commanding troops, Bourne is better at training them, and Prince Pingbei is better at governing. The only role I serve here is as a symbol.

"But do you want your emperor to be nothing more than a statue perched high above everyone, waiting to be worshiped? You don't. That's why I have to leave and pursue my strength."

"Besides, I'm certain yours isn't the only group to have survived on this continent. My greater purpose is to find the others and bring your strength together with theirs. That's what I should be doing."

Chen Cheng's words convinced Dean. All he could do was agree.

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